Chiwu became angry with shame and leaned against a tree with a knife in his hand, "Your Majesty is very good, so I won't bother you, but Wen Bai is in danger. He thought his good days were coming, but in fact he was always under the knife's edge. Then

The knife fell quickly."

Feng Qinghua noticed something in his words, and when she thought of what Yang Yu said before, she suddenly became heartbroken. Could it be that the Wen family, in addition to colluding with the Snow Master, was also related to the eldest grandson Wujue? She felt that this

Things are getting more and more complicated.

In a flash of lightning, he reached Chiwu's side. Bai Ling had wrapped his arms around him, pulled him to her side with her backhand, and immediately put the dagger in her hand on his neck.

Chiwu felt a chill on his neck, his face instantly turned pale, and his heart was pounding. It turned out that Feng Qinghua's skills were so superb, and he was truly well-deserved.

His eyes were scattered and a little desperate. Zi Yi's face appeared in front of him. His only regret was that he would never see Zi Yi again.

Yuan Mohan was also shocked by Feng Qinghua's lightning moves, "Madam, be careful." He looked around to make sure no one was doing anything secretly, and stood beside Feng Qinghua to protect her from hidden arrows.

Feng Qinghua forced Chiwu to his side, "Tell me, what's going on? What happened in the palace?"

Chi Wu raised his eyelids and said disdainfully: "Of course something happened that you don't want to hear. Although Wen Bai is a benevolent gentleman, he also has his biggest fatal weakness. He will soon be stabbed in the back by his own people.

If you die at any time, then the palace will be in your pocket. Even if you get the medicine from the snow mountain to cure the poison, you will not be able to return to the palace. You will go back to where you came from. Nanxu Kingdom does not need outsiders to interfere.

alley."

Yuan Mohan was confused when he heard it, but he still understood the sentence. Changsun Wujue wanted to seize the palace, and Wen Bai would be killed.

He stepped forward and stabbed Chiwu on the shoulder with his sword, gritting his teeth and said: "Let me explain clearly, what happened? Who wants to seize the palace?"

Chi Wu was in pain all of a sudden, his expression was twisted and inhuman, and he stared at him sinisterly and viciously, "Yuan Mohan, do you think you can still be proud for a few days? After Wen Bai's death, it will be your turn. Anyone who is hostile to the Lord

No one can escape."

Feng Qinghua was a little surprised when Yuan Mohan suddenly acted like this. Why was he so uncontrollable? This would disrupt her plan. She put away her dagger and took a step back. "It's okay if you don't tell me. I knew it earlier."

You will have plans for the palace. I have arranged everything. It depends on who is the unlucky guy. The winner has not yet been decided. Don’t get too proud too early. The poison in Changsun Wujue’s body cannot be destroyed in a short time.

If he is purged from within, what if he regains his position as king, but he is just lingering on for a while."

Chiwu glared at her angrily, "Bah, you don't need to confuse the public with your lies. Anyway, Wen Bai is going to die. Believe it or not, you can tell me here."

Yuan Mohan couldn't stand the way he wanted to be beaten but didn't want to say anything, so he stabbed hard again with the sword that he hadn't drawn yet, and then looked at Chi Wu's eyes and twisted them hard twice, and the blood that had already solidified surged out again.

.

The blood seeped into the clothes and overflowed from the outside of the armor. Chiwu was so painful that he bent into a shrimp, his face was twisted and pale, and his eyes shot out a vicious light like a hell demon.

"Yuan Mohan, you are not only sinister and vicious, but you also covet your wife. After your death, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be reincarnated."

Yuan Mohan curled his lips and said, "Who cares about what happens after death? I don't understand it even in this life. If you don't tell the truth, I will become more like an evil ghost."

He pulled out the sword, which was still dripping with blood, and quickly stabbed Chiwu's other shoulder without hesitation, "Let me see how long you can last. If you don't say anything, I will stab eighteen holes in your body."

I will go to the eighteen levels of hell in vain."

Chiwu fainted from the pain this time. Feng Qinghua looked at Yuan Mohan with a cold expression, "You are satisfied now. Why do you ask anymore when he can't speak?"

Yuan Mohan pulled out the sword and wiped away the blood on Chiwu's clothes, with an indifferent expression on his face, "I guess he doesn't know any secrets even though he's a little minion, so it's better to kill him cleanly."

Feng Qinghua frowned, "Maybe we can get some clues, but it's not important anymore. Wen Bai must be in danger now. I want to go back, otherwise I won't be able to feel at ease."

Yuan Mohan suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Qinghua in disbelief, "Are you crazy? You are still thinking about going back at this time. I really don't know if you really care about Zhan Beixiao. He doesn't care about Zhan Beixiao at this time."

Damn it, you are still thinking about an unrelated man."

Feng Qinghua listened to his strange words, and said with a gloomy face: "Shut up, Yuan Mohan, I didn't expect you to be such a person, I'm blind, you don't have to accompany me anymore, and we part ways."

Yuan Mohan didn't know which words made Feng Qinghua angry. His expression softened a little, and he said with a half-smile: "I understand, you must think I'm too cruel. Don't worry, this kid won't die.

Someone come and pour cold water on him to wake him up."

The guard next to him immediately took out the water bag and poured it on Chiwu's face. After being poured with cold water in the middle of the night for the first time, Chiwu felt as if he was walking through a volcano or among thorns.

After rolling over, my whole body felt pain and burning. Suddenly, it was like falling into an ice cave, and I suddenly woke up with a jolt.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yuan Mohan looking at him sinisterly. He was so angry that he tried his best to raise his wrist and shoot an arrow from his sleeve with a whoosh.

He was in a coma at such a close distance. Yuan Mohan was not prepared at all. Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light and the short arrow was in front of him. He leaned back in panic, and the short arrow flew past the tip of his nose. He was in a daze.

This was the first time he had reported to Guimen Pass today, and he suddenly felt angry.

He grabbed the sword and ignored Feng Qinghua's obstruction, and stabbed Chiwu in the throat. Chiwu had no strength to dodge, he had already resigned himself to his fate, and was waiting for death as soon as he closed his eyes.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, he suddenly heard a bang, and something hit Yuan Mohan's sword hilt. Yuan Mohan's wrist went numb. The force of a pebble was so strong that he couldn't hold it.

The sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Instantly, he felt that his eyes were filled with gunpowder smoke, and he could not see anything clearly. He couldn't help but take a step back, and when he took a closer look, Chiwu's figure was no longer in front of him.

Feng Qinghua witnessed all this, but the man was too fast, and she only saw a black shadow floating past, looking like a woman in shape.

She covered her mouth and nose with her hands. This person was actually good at using the white smoke to intoxicate her. He seemed to be a member of the same religion. But when she came to her senses, no traces were left. Chiwu was still there.
Chapter completed!